The wind and snow rustled all night, killing intent circling outside the tent, then drifting away like pine smoke. And when Morning Sun rose, when the Blue Sky was clear and wide, the sleeping Zuwaro finally woke slowly, feeling refreshed from head to toe, as if he had grown ten years younger.
"Main God! How magical! This feeling of vigorous life force is simply unbelievable, flourishing and surging like Corn!..."
Exploration Captain Zuwaro lowered his head and glanced down, heartfelt admiration appearing on his face. But when he faintly recalled the hazy conversation before he had drunk himself senseless, his heart chilled, and sweat instantly broke out along his spine. He immediately reached for the short dagger at his waist, only to grasp empty air. And when he searched more carefully, the Leather Armor and weapons on him had all been removed. He was wearing only a Mountain Tribe deerskin robe, and he had no idea who had put it on him.
"This?... This!... These Mountain Tribe savages!..."
Zuwaro panicked so badly he nearly stamped his feet, pulling on his deerskin boots in two quick motions. Then he hunched slightly and carefully slipped out through the tent flap...
"Sea Tribe headman, you're awake!"
The two Mountain Tribe hunters standing guard looked over with beaming smiles. One familiar face was Hunter Mu Lu, whose hearing was excellent. The other was Hunter Wu Hai, with whom he could converse.
"Uh... friends of the Mountain Tribe, I'm awake... Well, my two attendants..."
"Oh! They're not awake yet..."
Wu Hai and Mu Lu exchanged a glance, then greeted Zuwaro with kindly smiles. After that, Mu Lu pointed toward the old grandmother's tent. Wu Hai's expression turned solemn, and he said to Zuwaro.
"Sea Tribe headman, the old grandmother said... when you wake, you are